#I had a report to write
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clonerightsagenda · 8 months ago
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Had a dream that I got hired to deal with a haunting and I was like you know my blog is a bit right, I don't actually believe in ghosts unfortunately, but it turns out the place was actually haunted and the ghost was pretty pissed off at me for sticking my nose into it. So I went ok, they hired me for *my* skillset, so I started looking shit up and eventually found one oldish book on local urban legends speculating that the ghost was a woman who lived on the property when it used to be a low income lodging house who lost a baby and buried it in the yard, so I dug around and found the remains, which were in an area that the place I was hired by (I think it was a branch of NARA? which is weird, why would they need to hire an outside researcher) was planning to build a new addition on. So by the end of the dream I was going 'yeah ok I have two proposals, one you put these remains in a silver box, rebury it, keep on with your construction, and hope that'll do it, OR you add a covered walkway to your building plans, connect the old building to the new building, and have a nice little courtyard area with a plaque where we rebury the remains, maybe that would make her happy' except I was hired to do research at a history and records institution so I couldn't just write that report based on Vibes, so the rest of the dream was consumed with me trying to figure out which local newspapers would help me confirm the ID and make my case better than one speculative sentence in a trashy book. So yeah. Dreamed I was a ghostbuster but the real core of the dream was the challenges of public history when working with regular people who don't make the historical record very often. Wish you well, dead lady. I was really trying to get you that courtyard.
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inkskinned · 2 years ago
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for a while i lived in an old house; the kind u.s americans don't often get to live in - living in a really old house here is super expensive. i found out right before i moved out that the house was actually so old that it features in a poem by emily dickinson.
i liked that there were footprints in front of the sink, worn into the hardwood. there were handprints on some of the handrails. we'd find secret marks from other tenants, little hints someone else had lived and died there. and yeah, there was a lot wrong with the house. there are a lot of DIY skills you learn when you are a grad student that cannot afford to pay someone else to do-it-for-ya. i shared the house with 8 others. the house always had this noise to it. sometimes that noise was really fucking awful.
in the mornings though, the sun would slant in thick amber skiens through the windows, and i'd be the first one up. i'd shuffle around, get showered in this tub that was trying to exit through the floor, get my clothes on. i would usually creep around in the kitchen until it was time to start waking everyone else up - some of them required multiple rounds of polite hey man we gotta go knocks. and it felt... outside of time. a loud kind of quiet.
the ghosts of the house always felt like they were humming in a melody just out of reach. i know people say that the witching hour happens in the dark, but i always felt like it occurred somewhere around 6:45 in the morning. like - for literal centuries, somebody stood here and did the dishes. for literal centuries, somebody else has been looking out the window to this tree in our garden. for literal centuries, people have been stubbing their toes and cracking their backs and complaining about the weather. something about that was so... strangely lovely.
i have to be honest. i'm not a history aficionado. i know, i know; it's tragic of me. i usually respond to "this thing is super old" by being like, wow! cool! and moving on. but this house was the first time i felt like the past was standing there. like it was breathing. like someone else was drying their hands with me. playing chess on the sofa. adding honey to their tea.
i grew up in an old town. like, literally, a few miles off of walden pond (as in of the walden). (also, relatedly, don't swim in walden, it's so unbelievably dirty). but my family didn't have "old house" kind of money. we had a barely-standing house from the 70's. history existed kind of... parallel to me. you had to go somewhere to be in history. your school would pack you up on a bus and take you to some "ye olden times" place and you'd see how they used to make glass or whatever, and then you'd go home to your LEDs. most museums were small and closed before 5. you knew history was, like, somewhere, but the only thing that was open was the mcdonalds and the mall.
i remember one of my seventh grade history teachers telling us - some day you'll see how long we've been human for and that thing has been puzzling me. i know the scientific number, technically.
the house had these little scars of use. my floors didn't actually touch the walls; i had to fill them with a stopgap to stop the wind. other people had shoved rags and pieces of newspaper. i know i've lost rings and earring backs down some of the floorboards. i think the raccoons that lived in our basement probably have collected a small fortune over the years. i complain out loud to myself about how awful the stairs are (uneven, steep, evil, turning, hard to get down while holding anything) and know - someone else has said this exact same thing.
when i was packing up to leave and doing a final deep cleaning, i found a note carved in the furthest corner in the narrow cave of my closet. a child's scrawled name, a faded paint handprint, the scrangly numbers: 1857.
we've been human for a long time. way back before we can remember.
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blkkizzat · 25 days ago
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how to successfully report and remove your stolen fic on c.ai:
aka don't use fics for c.ai bots... a story of a c.ai creator who fucked around & found out:
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for any other author who gets their shit stolen by ai bots on c.ai this is what you need to do:
create an c.ai account
submit a support ticket
choose DMCA & Counter Notice as the issue
under "additional information" you must provide the following: — a description of your fic that is being infringed (where you published it, date, where you post, under what names, etc) — a description of the bot that is infringing your work (include name of bot, what parts it is infringing and author's name at minimum). — a statement that you are the copyright holder have not authorized use of your property/fic in this manner nor given it to the author of the bot.
you will have to give your contact info including your full legal name, address and telephone number
provide the link to your original work (where you published it first) and the link to the bot.
Attachments (up to 5 allowed): — IMPORTANT: make sure at least one of these attachments is an electronic signature using your full legal name. i used this site to get one for free (i attached both signed and typed). — the other attachments I used to show proof of my fic vs their bot and the exact word for word similarities. and also when they blatantly said they were reuploading the bot on their profile which is likely why c.ai banned the rest of their bots.
extra tips:
if your ticket submission is successful you will get an email with a ticket number.
c.ai is pretty responsive (1-2 business days) so i would give it that long before submitting a new ticket.
you must submit EVERYTHING as I have wrote it or they will ask you to resubmit an entirely new ticket. following up with missing info did not work.
if the bot gets reuploaded you still have to submit an entirely new ticket (make sure to save and reference your old ticket number in new ticket).
everything i wrote here can be found under their tos in the DMCA section
hope this helps others authors. feel free to inbox or msg with any questions.
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xieliancore · 1 month ago
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finally watched alien stage so here are some doodles
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tonydaddingham · 7 months ago
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yeah no this is actually my favourite response so far
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littleplantfreak · 4 months ago
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Inmate Togame? Inmate Togame
So inmate Togame Jo who's well mannered to a point. He doesn't do much harm, and is always polite to you as a nurse to the prisoners. Sure he has a bad habit of calling you pet names, but that's the least offensive thing you've been called while working.
When he does get into fights, he waits patiently as you tend to the other people first, saying he's good with being the last one out. He likes to watch you work, thinking even if it's one sided that it's time well spent with you, and it's hard to mind those pretty green eyes being on you the whole time.
And when he has to take his shirt off to let you look at some bruised ribs, he can tell you're staring at more than just the bruises. He won't say anything, but when he leaves later he brushes his knuckles across your lower back to watch your reaction, pleased to see you arching from it.
Things go back and forth a weird push and pull of you both trying not to get too close but also soaking up the other's presence until he gets in a nasty fight. One that somehow lands him in solitary, though they've thrown him in there without bringing him to get checked up first, leaving you demanding the guards let you in. Against their concerns, you insist he'll be nothing but civil with you.
He's bloody and still heaving from the fight as he sits on the floor slumped over, but most of the blood actually isn't his, which is a relief you guess. When he kisses you as you get a closer look at his face, suddenly all bets are off and you're both starved for one another. Needless to say once the guards knock to check in, you request more time with the patient due to extent of injuries.
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asexualactivities · 6 months ago
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Asexual visits nude beach!
You WON'T BELIEVE what happened next! Hear all the WILD details below!
There were bugs, the water was too shallow to do anything in, I got sand in my shoes, and I left before I could get sunburned.
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writterings · 4 months ago
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me with my 18 year old students that i teach at a college
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ricesinspo · 5 months ago
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☆ — reactions to screaming and crying II. by @ricesinspo, credits appreciated!
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[★] running to someone else because you're not sure what to do, "help! they're crying, what do i do?????"
[★] running to someone else, but to 'report misbehavior', "ugh they're being annoying! stop them!!"
[★] asking "what's wrong?", only to give half-hearted advice that is barely assuring, if even at all.
[★] sitting by their side; as in being just there. perhaps you're not quite sure how to help.
[★] staying quiet. saying nothing. staring disapprovingly for a while, then, "... are you done."
[★] "you know this is hard for me too, right? you're making this even harder. so stop it."
[★] "what's wrong with you?! say it! don't just scream and cry as if anyone's going to understand!" (<- is the person making it difficult for them to open up)
[★] "you know crying won't solve anything, right?"
[★] "what happened? this isn't like you at all..."
[★] ^ the above but more condescending, "where did my good and cheerful child/friend/[relationship]/[name] go?"
[★] "suck it up."
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theprissythumbelina · 2 months ago
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Biography of a horse
This is a small piece of my current writing project for class. I ended up writing a Black Beauty-inspired short story from the perspective of a working horse in rural Guatemala. It is also heavily based on my research and experience working with an NGO in Guatemala this summer.
Birth Equine pregnancy lasts an average of 11 months, and nearly always results in a single offspring, called a foal. Male foals are called colts, female foals are called fillies. Foals are expected to stand and nurse within one hour after birth. My earliest memories are of my mother, and the family we belonged to. They were there when I was born. I remember those first few moments, in the shock of cold night air, my wet ears sticking to my head. My mother spoke to me in soft nickers, telling me her name, telling me that I was a horse, I was her baby, she loved me. She licked the birth waters from my coat, drying me slowly, as a family of humans peered over the fence, whispering and murmuring to each other. This is our family, she told me, licking clean my ears and face. I wobbled back and forth under her attention. This is our home. I blinked up at the sky. Family? Home? Yes, she said, our home. And I am your mother. I nickered back. The humans made soft sounds of happiness at my first nicker. I pushed my feet in front of me. They were so long. Get up, said Mother. She moved back a step. Stand up. I didn’t know how. I pushed one long front leg to the side, then a back leg. I pushed my others underneath me. Up, my instincts said. Up, Mother said. I tried. There were just too many legs. I toppled to the side. Again, she licked my wispy mane encouragingly. Try again.
for my friends to see what I've been working on during my hiatus
@thetruearchmagos @thatndginger @amaiguri @sergeantnarwhalwrites @jacqueswriteblrlibrary
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chaoswarfare · 2 years ago
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dp x dc prompt #49
danny and damian twin au, but it’s crack. :))
danny and damian get into being really competitive at a very young age in the league, and even on their very rare off time they secretly played games, even if they often got out of hand, nobody ever seemed to care so long as they were improving.
during one of their first missions, it’s starting to go really bad, and damian figures it out before danny. he makes up a game of hide and seek, and danny scrambles off to look for a hiding spot while damian does the same, except he knows it’s because there’s someone after them. by the time backup arrives and the threat is taken care of, the only thing they’re able to find is a scrap of cloth and a splatter of danny’s blood.
eight years later, the two lock eyes in a gotham alleyway while danny tries to drag an unconscious mugger through a wall.
“oh dang. i guess i lost hide and seek than.”
“danny??? where have you been, it’s been eight years?!?!”
nobody ever challenges danny to hide and seek again after that.
(edit- sorry for any typos, this is hour 47 of no sleep)
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gravyhoney · 8 months ago
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I hope I am like this to some of you.
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oetscop · 9 months ago
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this is kinda old and i almost didnt post it. i kinda gave up on making a full rainer ref like i did with daniel soooo take this ^}^
this is after 1997 and before 2000 when he went missing for good.
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iridiss · 4 months ago
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just noticed a plot hole in my mcd rewrite fic, cycles of love
gonna have to go back through all the chapters to rewrite whatever snippets have it
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myballsitchaurghouchie · 3 months ago
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Oh to live in a country where Halloween is a big event
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creepyscritches · 4 months ago
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Very funny to think that I was taught to read scientific data at 17/18 by a bald soccer coach and I still use those skills in my job 10 years later. Girls we thought we were going to teach middle school art
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